Reach out and touch Faith (VS Myojin)
Feb 6, 2021 15:06:57 GMT -5
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Post by Eron Hunter on Feb 6, 2021 15:06:57 GMT -5
His favorite place.
The best place on earth, for him to get lost in thoughts and calmly ponder about things happening in his life.
Lakeside, somewhere in Europe.
The small waves advance and retreat. Trying to embrace the shore, so sure about it, just to retreat after an instant, like a scared lover who can´t manage to kiss the girl he loves because of panic attacks happening within him in that very moment.
Eron Hunter shakes his head and takes a deep breath, digging holes in his overcoat pockets. He has left everything behind. His family, his friends, and even that beautiful blue eyed girl he so much loved in his early youth. He left everything behind. Lost almost everything he had, just so that he could find his place in life.
He misses his mother.
Overlooks the need he has about them long discussions with his father.
Doesn´t accept the need he has for the embrace of the blue eyed girl he so much loved.
All for one fact; he is a grown up man now, with his place in life, doing everything he wanted to do and everything he wanted to be. He left family behind, just so that he would be able to carve his own path in life. And that is what he has done. He has given the shape he wanted, to his life.
Sometimes he just wants to sit down and write a lengthy letter to his mother. He writes some paragraphs, in a piece of paper, and then he slowly tears the paper in small pieces. We are in the twenty first century, writing letters is so passé.
Eron takes a deep breath; the sweet breeze slowly fills his lungs. He starts searching for something, in all his pockets, a pack of smokes, and after some instants finds what he was searching for. Taking a cigarette out of the pack and lighting it, that all is done in slow motion as if centuries go by. He takes a deep drag out of the cigarette…
…Inhale.
Exhale…
The smoke fills his lungs. The nicotine spreads in his blood, reaching the brain almost immediately. He feels a bit dizzy, for an instant, as if he is smoking his first cigarette after having quit for ages and then restarted smoking again. It is like a dangerous love, this bad habit, like a poisonous embrace a lover so much longs for.
Many things in our life are like that.
A dangerous love, our life would be better without.
It´s just that we can´t do without them. Our life would be boring, our existence barren, and our moments desolate. What´s life without passion, but a fleeting moment, we miss after it´s gone. Sure, we can do all those safe things in life and lead a secure existence, but what existence would it be without the love we have for some things that are just no “good” for us.
Like the man that leads a sheltered life, all his life, and then wakes up one day to find himself bald, fat, old and missing all the things he hasn´t done in life and now is too old to do anymore. What´s life without exalting moments, but a fickle candle light in the winter wind? Life should be passion; it should be ardor, obsession for the beautiful and unimaginable. Man should strive to reach this obsession, this beautiful and unimaginable…
Only then would this existence we call life be complete. And even then, t´would be complete only for an instant, because there goes another awesome thing, by. A thing we need to reach for and grab. And when we grab it, we soar high in the sky of loveliness. Just to be distracted by something else, pretty as the sun, flying by.
Eron laughs quietly to himself.
He wants to scream and fly high.
His life is so adoring right now.
Sure thing, he misses his mother. Of course he feels lost, sometimes, without the wise words of his father. Naturally he still loves that blue eyed girl; he met in his early youth.
But all that, he forgets at once when he is about to enter the arena. Everything sad fades away when he hears the fans cheering his name. The adrenaline embraces him, when he is about to unleash that final and devastating move that wins him the fight. He loves the moments in which his arm is raised up in sign of victory.
Yes, it´s true, he feels sad sometimes.
His life has been a life of sacrifices, spot on, but them sacrifices he chose himself. He left his home and his family behind just so that he could find his place in life. He didn’t want to become what fate had chosen for him. He chose his own fate, with his own decisions, carried by his very two hands. He was like the Prometheus of his own life.
He brought the flame of enthusiasm in his own existence and had no doubts about it. And even if the eagle of sadness eats on his liver, at times, he is sure that he, the Prometheus of his own life, has done the right things. He has made some choices and he doesn´t regret any of them, in any given moment.
Is he sad, at times? Sure he is. But the moments in which he is exalted and in love with what he does, surpass by far the sad moments of his existence. And what existence it is.
Filled with passion and dedication.
He is a fighter, born and made, and he wouldn’t want his life to be any other way.
Eron Hunter, the self made man, looks at the lake he so much loves and takes some deep breaths in between the moments he is left breathless by the beauty that surrounds him. It is a late winter evening and he is there, in this big little town he so adores, and doesn´t think about any other thing but what he should be thinking.
The things he loves to love and loves to do.
What an evening.
What a night.
The scene is simple. Eron Hunter is sitting in front of the camera, behind his back a NPW Banner, wearing a black leather jacket and a red t-shirt underneath. The words “I got Dreams to Remember” are written in black on the t-shirt. The man calmly glares at the camera for some instants, and then begins speaking in his ever tranquil tone.
“Myojin…
I am sorry to disappoint you!
Apologies for crushing the hopes you had, about this tournament held in the NPW and the adversary you wanted to face in the end of it. I have heard that you had hopes of facing Cochrane in the end of this tourney, and not me, but Adrien couldn´t make it in the final fight of the night.
I do not blame you for wanting to face him, though. He is a fierce competitor, a veteran fighter, and modest to boot. Fighting against Adrien Cochrane would be a Quantum Leap in the career of Myojin. His already impressive reign would be crowned with a golden crone, even more so, if the XHF Junior Heavyweight would fight such a great veteran and be able to defeat him.
But the competitor that you are facing, this upcoming show, is not Cochrane, it’s someone different. Someone who loves and lives for the fight, even more. A man who has traveled the world and seen the wonders it holds, a human being who has been fighting for as long as he can remember.
This man fears no sacrifice, if it´s done for the fight.
No offering is too big to the god of combat, if that combat brings the man, you are about to face, near his goal. What is his goal, you ask? The goal for this man, the goal for Eron Hunter is to be able to live his dream day in and day out.
I, Eron Hunter, do not think that there are no too big offerings to the god of dreams, if these offerings help me achieve these very dreams. A man without them is a poor man indeed. I am a fighter, like many others, who wants to achieve his goals. What makes me different is the fact that I am able to make supreme sacrifices when it comes to my existence in the world of combat.
You have faced many difficulties, in your life, I am sure of it. And you have grown strong, after overcoming the odds. You are a fighting champion, I know that. For that I respect you Myojin, but that respect won´t hinder me from bringing my best fight, when we meet in that ring.
Fight Myojin.
I will surely do."
The best place on earth, for him to get lost in thoughts and calmly ponder about things happening in his life.
Lakeside, somewhere in Europe.
The small waves advance and retreat. Trying to embrace the shore, so sure about it, just to retreat after an instant, like a scared lover who can´t manage to kiss the girl he loves because of panic attacks happening within him in that very moment.
Eron Hunter shakes his head and takes a deep breath, digging holes in his overcoat pockets. He has left everything behind. His family, his friends, and even that beautiful blue eyed girl he so much loved in his early youth. He left everything behind. Lost almost everything he had, just so that he could find his place in life.
He misses his mother.
Overlooks the need he has about them long discussions with his father.
Doesn´t accept the need he has for the embrace of the blue eyed girl he so much loved.
All for one fact; he is a grown up man now, with his place in life, doing everything he wanted to do and everything he wanted to be. He left family behind, just so that he would be able to carve his own path in life. And that is what he has done. He has given the shape he wanted, to his life.
Sometimes he just wants to sit down and write a lengthy letter to his mother. He writes some paragraphs, in a piece of paper, and then he slowly tears the paper in small pieces. We are in the twenty first century, writing letters is so passé.
Eron takes a deep breath; the sweet breeze slowly fills his lungs. He starts searching for something, in all his pockets, a pack of smokes, and after some instants finds what he was searching for. Taking a cigarette out of the pack and lighting it, that all is done in slow motion as if centuries go by. He takes a deep drag out of the cigarette…
…Inhale.
Exhale…
The smoke fills his lungs. The nicotine spreads in his blood, reaching the brain almost immediately. He feels a bit dizzy, for an instant, as if he is smoking his first cigarette after having quit for ages and then restarted smoking again. It is like a dangerous love, this bad habit, like a poisonous embrace a lover so much longs for.
Many things in our life are like that.
A dangerous love, our life would be better without.
It´s just that we can´t do without them. Our life would be boring, our existence barren, and our moments desolate. What´s life without passion, but a fleeting moment, we miss after it´s gone. Sure, we can do all those safe things in life and lead a secure existence, but what existence would it be without the love we have for some things that are just no “good” for us.
Like the man that leads a sheltered life, all his life, and then wakes up one day to find himself bald, fat, old and missing all the things he hasn´t done in life and now is too old to do anymore. What´s life without exalting moments, but a fickle candle light in the winter wind? Life should be passion; it should be ardor, obsession for the beautiful and unimaginable. Man should strive to reach this obsession, this beautiful and unimaginable…
Only then would this existence we call life be complete. And even then, t´would be complete only for an instant, because there goes another awesome thing, by. A thing we need to reach for and grab. And when we grab it, we soar high in the sky of loveliness. Just to be distracted by something else, pretty as the sun, flying by.
Eron laughs quietly to himself.
He wants to scream and fly high.
His life is so adoring right now.
Sure thing, he misses his mother. Of course he feels lost, sometimes, without the wise words of his father. Naturally he still loves that blue eyed girl; he met in his early youth.
But all that, he forgets at once when he is about to enter the arena. Everything sad fades away when he hears the fans cheering his name. The adrenaline embraces him, when he is about to unleash that final and devastating move that wins him the fight. He loves the moments in which his arm is raised up in sign of victory.
Yes, it´s true, he feels sad sometimes.
His life has been a life of sacrifices, spot on, but them sacrifices he chose himself. He left his home and his family behind just so that he could find his place in life. He didn’t want to become what fate had chosen for him. He chose his own fate, with his own decisions, carried by his very two hands. He was like the Prometheus of his own life.
He brought the flame of enthusiasm in his own existence and had no doubts about it. And even if the eagle of sadness eats on his liver, at times, he is sure that he, the Prometheus of his own life, has done the right things. He has made some choices and he doesn´t regret any of them, in any given moment.
Is he sad, at times? Sure he is. But the moments in which he is exalted and in love with what he does, surpass by far the sad moments of his existence. And what existence it is.
Filled with passion and dedication.
He is a fighter, born and made, and he wouldn’t want his life to be any other way.
Eron Hunter, the self made man, looks at the lake he so much loves and takes some deep breaths in between the moments he is left breathless by the beauty that surrounds him. It is a late winter evening and he is there, in this big little town he so adores, and doesn´t think about any other thing but what he should be thinking.
The things he loves to love and loves to do.
What an evening.
What a night.
***
The scene is simple. Eron Hunter is sitting in front of the camera, behind his back a NPW Banner, wearing a black leather jacket and a red t-shirt underneath. The words “I got Dreams to Remember” are written in black on the t-shirt. The man calmly glares at the camera for some instants, and then begins speaking in his ever tranquil tone.
“Myojin…
I am sorry to disappoint you!
Apologies for crushing the hopes you had, about this tournament held in the NPW and the adversary you wanted to face in the end of it. I have heard that you had hopes of facing Cochrane in the end of this tourney, and not me, but Adrien couldn´t make it in the final fight of the night.
I do not blame you for wanting to face him, though. He is a fierce competitor, a veteran fighter, and modest to boot. Fighting against Adrien Cochrane would be a Quantum Leap in the career of Myojin. His already impressive reign would be crowned with a golden crone, even more so, if the XHF Junior Heavyweight would fight such a great veteran and be able to defeat him.
But the competitor that you are facing, this upcoming show, is not Cochrane, it’s someone different. Someone who loves and lives for the fight, even more. A man who has traveled the world and seen the wonders it holds, a human being who has been fighting for as long as he can remember.
This man fears no sacrifice, if it´s done for the fight.
No offering is too big to the god of combat, if that combat brings the man, you are about to face, near his goal. What is his goal, you ask? The goal for this man, the goal for Eron Hunter is to be able to live his dream day in and day out.
I, Eron Hunter, do not think that there are no too big offerings to the god of dreams, if these offerings help me achieve these very dreams. A man without them is a poor man indeed. I am a fighter, like many others, who wants to achieve his goals. What makes me different is the fact that I am able to make supreme sacrifices when it comes to my existence in the world of combat.
You have faced many difficulties, in your life, I am sure of it. And you have grown strong, after overcoming the odds. You are a fighting champion, I know that. For that I respect you Myojin, but that respect won´t hinder me from bringing my best fight, when we meet in that ring.
Fight Myojin.
I will surely do."
Fade.
